JW Anderson reading tarot across the internet made me smile this week. A tiny cultural signal that intuition is having its moment again. Fashion is remembering that we do not think our way into clarity. We feel our way there.
Superstitions get a bad reputation, but everyone has their thing.
The necklace they touch. 
The number they keep noticing.
The drink they order before every big day.
People pretend they are above it while doing it anyway.
I am not pretending. I touch my snake ring before big meetings. It is not about luck. It is a micro pause that reminds me I know what I am doing. And yes,
I keep a citrine stone in my bag
And when I am truly torn
I do heads or tails
Not to let the coin decide
But because the second it lands
I know exactly what I wanted it to be
I notice when the same symbol shows up more than once.
I listen when my stomach says something is off.
I move fast when something feels right.
I do not need the universe to shout.
A whisper is enough.
Superstitions are not fear. They are awareness.
They remind us we are connected to something larger than what we
can see. They tell the truth even when it arrives sideways.
And synchronicities. Those are the fun ones. The moments that line
up a little too well. The timing that makes you raise an eyebrow.
The feeling that the world is nudging you, gently.
Maybe the chicest thing you can do is believe
in the things that make your life feel alive.
Not blindly. Not dramatically.
Just with the kind of intelligent, awakened belief
the modern maven carries quietly.
Trust what shows up twice.
Trust what you feel before you explain it.
Dress with that same clarity.
I am in my intuition era.
Love and Light,